Post by Arthur Curry on Sept 17, 2012 17:52:37 GMT -5
One might consider it a lovely day in the temperate waters of the Pacific. The air was warm yet the intermixing of salty water spraying with each tidal wave and the beating down of a languishing, incubating sun created the perfect day for any man to be out and about on a boat, for a swim or to enjoy the coastal beaches of the area. Well, perhaps not any man, for those scuttling about on this brackish behemoth factory ship would not be enjoying the ides of summer in moments to come. Of that, one man knew for certain.
But the shouts of the crew drowned out dolphin and whale song alike, the cawing of the gulls and the churning of the waves, the gentle melody of their crash against the hull of the man-made monstrosity. The orders belched by the crew, a hodge podge of Japanese and English given the somewhat cosmopolitan make up of the crew only continued more frantically as a gas propelled harpoon flew at the unsuspecting great blue targets only to stop in midair when caught in the clutches of an ever green glove, tight and strong enough to meld welded steel as if it were putty in his grasp. Though the man shone with the moisture of salty water dripping from him, and the reflection of his orange scale mail shirt as warming rays bathed it along with sun tanned skin, he spoke with clear aggravation and the authority of a king when addressing those who assailed what he considered part of his realm, kingdom, domain, and most egregiously; his home. “I understand the cultural and economic significance whaling is to many of you. But leave now or I’ll capsize you.” With that he might well have looked a sea god riding one of the great blue whales as he stood upon it’s back, and like a god he hurled the harpoon with great prejudice, destroying a good bit of it’s turret and otherwise, but being careful to not outright injure any of the humans onboard.
That done; Aquaman, ever thorough, dove from the whales back as they egress in unison along with all other sea life in the area a good bit ominously. Even more so the ocean had become ever deftly silent, the silence broken only by the crash of waves, so much so that the crewmen stood in repose despite the captain’s caterwauling of orders. Again the storm of iron on iron could be heard, crashing down, breaking as the anchor hit the deck, flying from the sea floor as if shot from a canon and nearly busting a hole in the deck before the ocean itself seemed to turn against them and the ship was caught in a whirlpool, a maelstrom that caused even a ship of this size to spin as if it were a buoy or children’s toy in a bathtub. It was within Arthur’s considerable powers ensconced in the sea to swim faster than the fastest men on the planet, he could out swim clark, even wally, barry and the other speedsters, and in doing so in a concentric circle around a whaling boat caused it to spin so ludicrously that even seasoned seamen were grabbing for the rails and emptying their guts all over the brackish deck.
At the whims of the sea king the spin cycle stopped. And when he did the desired effect was so reached, the ship made a hard motor toward whatever port was closest, old sea dogs and new blood alike shaking as if they’d been through The Perfect Strom. And then it seemed as if all was right in life, the dolphins, whales, gulls, and other life under pain of death by human incursions returned, their songs filling the air, and Aquaman took to the back of the nearest, largest blue and surveyed his work with the eyes blue as the ocean, clearer and more cutting than the waters of the coldest trench. He reached for the trident which shone on his back, clasping it’s shimmering shaft, not unlike his armor or even hair mane, fair as the sun and bleached by it, unsure and leery of the green light that he caught a glimpse of and the sea life warned him of. He left his trident to his back as he suspected Hal, John, Kyle or even Guy to be the culprit, knowing green energy with a certain familiarity.
"I wasn't aware stopping illegal poaching in my own home was an intergalactic matter." Aquaman’s form to others might well look a sight, tanned and wet, dripping of cobalt sea water, shimmering armor and a multi-pronged leister chained to his back, his blond hair heavy with moisture; to him, it was his natural state. He had no shame in it, here in the environment that was surely his he still had a measure of guard. His tone of voice carried with it some playful indigence as he assumed that whomever the green energy enclosing belonged to, it was one of his own comrades. Though he called many lanterns friend -although that term was decidedly stretched when referring to Hal and Guy, having hard a rocky start with Jordan and just feeling Gardner was an annoying man bimbo with a boy’s haircut.- All of the league had taken against policy making on Earth and as a former monarch who’s home was constantly poached and polluted by humans, it was not a decision Arthur could consciously abide. Thus he’d assumed one of the lanterns had so come to reprimand him, whatever form a justice league finger wagging took, Arthur had little patience for it, even shorter time, and didn’t know where he found the tolerance for such an exercise.
But the shouts of the crew drowned out dolphin and whale song alike, the cawing of the gulls and the churning of the waves, the gentle melody of their crash against the hull of the man-made monstrosity. The orders belched by the crew, a hodge podge of Japanese and English given the somewhat cosmopolitan make up of the crew only continued more frantically as a gas propelled harpoon flew at the unsuspecting great blue targets only to stop in midair when caught in the clutches of an ever green glove, tight and strong enough to meld welded steel as if it were putty in his grasp. Though the man shone with the moisture of salty water dripping from him, and the reflection of his orange scale mail shirt as warming rays bathed it along with sun tanned skin, he spoke with clear aggravation and the authority of a king when addressing those who assailed what he considered part of his realm, kingdom, domain, and most egregiously; his home. “I understand the cultural and economic significance whaling is to many of you. But leave now or I’ll capsize you.” With that he might well have looked a sea god riding one of the great blue whales as he stood upon it’s back, and like a god he hurled the harpoon with great prejudice, destroying a good bit of it’s turret and otherwise, but being careful to not outright injure any of the humans onboard.
That done; Aquaman, ever thorough, dove from the whales back as they egress in unison along with all other sea life in the area a good bit ominously. Even more so the ocean had become ever deftly silent, the silence broken only by the crash of waves, so much so that the crewmen stood in repose despite the captain’s caterwauling of orders. Again the storm of iron on iron could be heard, crashing down, breaking as the anchor hit the deck, flying from the sea floor as if shot from a canon and nearly busting a hole in the deck before the ocean itself seemed to turn against them and the ship was caught in a whirlpool, a maelstrom that caused even a ship of this size to spin as if it were a buoy or children’s toy in a bathtub. It was within Arthur’s considerable powers ensconced in the sea to swim faster than the fastest men on the planet, he could out swim clark, even wally, barry and the other speedsters, and in doing so in a concentric circle around a whaling boat caused it to spin so ludicrously that even seasoned seamen were grabbing for the rails and emptying their guts all over the brackish deck.
At the whims of the sea king the spin cycle stopped. And when he did the desired effect was so reached, the ship made a hard motor toward whatever port was closest, old sea dogs and new blood alike shaking as if they’d been through The Perfect Strom. And then it seemed as if all was right in life, the dolphins, whales, gulls, and other life under pain of death by human incursions returned, their songs filling the air, and Aquaman took to the back of the nearest, largest blue and surveyed his work with the eyes blue as the ocean, clearer and more cutting than the waters of the coldest trench. He reached for the trident which shone on his back, clasping it’s shimmering shaft, not unlike his armor or even hair mane, fair as the sun and bleached by it, unsure and leery of the green light that he caught a glimpse of and the sea life warned him of. He left his trident to his back as he suspected Hal, John, Kyle or even Guy to be the culprit, knowing green energy with a certain familiarity.
"I wasn't aware stopping illegal poaching in my own home was an intergalactic matter." Aquaman’s form to others might well look a sight, tanned and wet, dripping of cobalt sea water, shimmering armor and a multi-pronged leister chained to his back, his blond hair heavy with moisture; to him, it was his natural state. He had no shame in it, here in the environment that was surely his he still had a measure of guard. His tone of voice carried with it some playful indigence as he assumed that whomever the green energy enclosing belonged to, it was one of his own comrades. Though he called many lanterns friend -although that term was decidedly stretched when referring to Hal and Guy, having hard a rocky start with Jordan and just feeling Gardner was an annoying man bimbo with a boy’s haircut.- All of the league had taken against policy making on Earth and as a former monarch who’s home was constantly poached and polluted by humans, it was not a decision Arthur could consciously abide. Thus he’d assumed one of the lanterns had so come to reprimand him, whatever form a justice league finger wagging took, Arthur had little patience for it, even shorter time, and didn’t know where he found the tolerance for such an exercise.